There aren’t a lot of blogs that I follow, since reading print on a screen is a thing I dislike. (It’s difficult to stay focused when it’s so easy to scroll down, skipping for interesting words and the start of new paragraphs. Plus, a virtual page is hard to underline, impossible to fold up and save in your pocket so you remember it every time you reach for your phone, and difficult to rediscover on your kitchen table under the stack of magazines and recipes.) But I do enjoy hearing other people’s thoughts. One blog is written by a girl I knew in college, writing about writing, and I agree with much of what she says; she is an encouragement that there are other people struggling to write out there. One blog is by my best friend, dappled with colorful and artistic pictures of her life; hers is a calming, peaceful collection of thoughts. One blog is written by a woman who is almost but not quite related to me; she shares about her life and struggles as a person committed to creating art. There are others, and I always seem to find fascinating perspectives that people have shared on Facebook, some I agree with, and some I do not.
Reading other people’s blogs makes me wish I had more thoughts.
Actually, I tend to have lots of thoughts; it’s the processing and understanding them that is more difficult for me.
Reading other people’s blogs makes me wish writing was a more natural expression of my own thoughts.
I was a writing major in college, partially because I love words and communicating, and partially because it was the only major I got excited about.
And as much as I like to write, I am grudgingly coming to the realization that I am a vocal verbal processor. No matter how much I would like to say that I think best when I write, it’s not true. I can think and process when writing, but my go-to is talking. When I have new thoughts or something happens, usually my first instinct is to look for someone to talk to, another head to sift ideas through and another person to laugh at my life stories. When I explain something to someone else, I am explaining it to myself again, and I see it from different sides, realizing things I missed the first time around. And because a conversation has to start somewhere, from somewhere, it seems easier to organize a clump of thoughts when sharing them.
I would like to be a writing verbal processor; it would make living alone so much easier. (Have you ever tried to share an explosion of thoughts over text? Not so great.)
If I was a writing verbal processor, it would be easier for me to ponder and respond to the experiences and thoughts of the bloggers I read.
I wonder if this is a skill to be developed. I can but try.